Character: Violetta

Look at them, they are whores! - in a whisper tells me to violet, referring to the invited George maidens.
- And who are we? - the question itself flies from his lips. I know the answer, but I don't want it to sound even in thought.

They still on us, Emma, and always will be anyway. At home all is well. They do not care with whom. I'm in this for a long time... the Main thing - not to fall in love, not fall in love...

They don't hear them. The voices of those who became victims because of their fault. Angry cries of this country. Those in whose hands the power to hear only what suits them.

And don't you think that public Declaration of love hate? If I were the bride, I would like to words of love meant only for my ears.

- The woman should take a man for what he is.
As it is, it will take the military enlistment office!